[Fanfic]
[Fanfic]
Title: Wally Not Wallace [4]
Characters: Artemis, Wally, Dick,
Necessary Warnings: none save for some language
This is for all those people who didn't think this story was going anywhere other than Artemis and Wally becoming friends. So there how do you like me now suckah! Also Dick finally becomes important yayz *flails* I love Dick (when he's not pissing all over the English language.)
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It's their first real mission in what's felt like forever and they were trapped in a box.
Whatever CADMUS had been doing was being financed and supervised by 'The Light', and whoever they were The Justice League knew little to nothing about them. 'The Light' apparently weren't a bunch of idiots and had managed to cover their tracks well. Which is where they came in; their mission was simple recon, gain any and all Intel they could and get out.
But they were found out not all of them though, Aqualad had ordered them to split into two teams; Wally, Artemis, and Dick on one, Kaldur, Conner and Megan on the other. So that at least meant they had a chance, that they wouldn't die from heat exhaustion if the others got their soon.
The box is a foot thick, so there's no point in Wally trying to vibrate through it. And whoever these people were that had been working closely with 'The Light'', were a bunch of psychos and sadists, because this box (or room really but it felt more like a prison) they were in was slowly rising in temperature. It was already one hundred and ten degrees and according to Robin a human could only survive up to one hundred thirty-five degrees, so it wouldn't be long until...
They had already started shedding clothes; Artemis was down to her underwear and so was Dick. Wally had yet to remove a single article of clothing, save for his mask. And she's trying to laugh it off like it's no big deal, trying to make passes at Artemis because that's what she's supposed to be doing. But she's so tired, the heat is making her so tired and she's too fed up with everything to act how she's supposed to.
Robin keeps giving him these little side glances that Wally probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the crinkling of his eyebrows in worry every now and then. And Artemis is doing the same thing only she's isn't wearing a mask so Wally can plainly see the worry etched in small tight lines across her face, which makes it worse. Because at least with Dick she can pretend, she can tell herself that Robin's more worried about getting out.
Her vision is getting kind of blurry and she knows she can't pass out, because then everything will just go to shit. She knows this but the heat is making everything all muggy and it's hard to think, it's almost too hard to breathe. And Dick keeps dropping hints that maybe she should shed some layers too but she can't. And God it was getting so hard to think; it would be a lot easier to just let go. To close her eyes for just a second, but only a second...
"Wally!" Dick is hovering over her in a second, "He's got too much clothes on, idiot." Dick is muttering to himself hands already starting to remove Wally's shirt. And Artemis can do little else but watch; saying something now would just look suspicious, plus Wally was probably in a lot of trouble as it was. "What is that?" Dick trails off confused.
He's staring down at what is supposed to be Wally's chest, which granted he's never actually seen before, but still this was just weird. Wally was wearing some kind of vest and it's just weird. There's a zipper on the side and he's about to remove the constricting fabric, when there's a hand gripping his wrist tightly and Artemis is suddenly right there next to him.
"Wait," she mummers softly voice tight and hoarse, and Dick's not sure it has anything to do with the heat, "You sure that's a good idea?" she asks, whispers really. And Dick's not really sure why she's whispering all of a sudden, except maybe this moment between the three of them (a moment Wally's not even conscious for) feels a little secret somehow.
Only Dick doesn't have any time to think about that because his best friend is probably dying from the heat. "What the hell are you talking about, he could die!" Dick hisses yanking his wrist out of Artemis', surprisingly strong, grip. He spares her a second glance and sees her nervously chewing on her bottom lip before Artemis gives him a shaky nod.
There's no chest; at least not the kind Dick's expecting to see. Instead there a breasts, soft supple breasts that are hidden behind a white cotton bra. And Dick's not really sure what to think except that now, looking at Wally bare before him, he can see it. The distinct lack of an Adam's apple, the small shoulders, the soft features; like the lips, pouty girly lips, and the eyes lashes. And oh God, Wally was a girl!
"Holy crap," Dick mutters softly floored. He can't think and even if he did he's not sure what to think. Except that Wally's a girl, his best friend is a girl. With lips and boobs...and hips? And why was everything so confusing? Why did Wally have to lie? Why was he, she a girl? Why couldn't Dick's life have been normal and perfect, filled with bright lights and cheering fans, and parents who were still alive? And, why was Wally a girl?
"Shit," Artemis curses because this shouldn't have happened. If she had just been faster or smarter or stronger or just a little better, then maybe they wouldn't have been caught. Maybe they wouldn't have been trapped in this stupid box being slowly roasted alive. Maybe Dick wouldn't have found out Wally's biggest secret.
And this isn't technically her fault, she knows this. But she still feels so guilty like Wally trusted her with the most important secret in her life. And Artemis had managed to blow it. And maybe it wasn't so much her actually being responsible so much as it was her being there when the shit hit the fan. And all the misplaced guilt just made her feel worse.
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